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Memory Loss (featuring Sean Lennon) Lyrics

Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Album: Deltron 3030

You try to get over your gonna go underYou try to get over your gonna go underLiterally it's 3030I don't got time to be wasting time on you slow pokesI want y'all to, get open, like the oceanBrothers be buggin like "He's from Oakland?"What? I'll whoop you insinuatin we ain't capableStupid ass niggas is gonna rape a hoeA few out a thousandMy town is foundin fathers of the black panthers we provide answersYou don't wanna believe then y'all are some blind bastardsThey got you set up real good you're generalizingIndustry rising while energies recliningNiggas think I'm whinin but I really don't give a shitCause everybody's dyin but y'all think that's the end of itThats why it's so easy to be a BenedictOr imitate cause they wouldn't teach ya algebra when you was eightNow you fourty-eight and you hate childrenForgot where you came from now your straight illinDon't fight the feelinYou better deal with itIt don't matter what you do or sayTry to get away but I'm gonna catch yaWanna compare your self to themWell guess what homeboy you don't match upI'm my own individual so I know it isn't true just cuz you say it isCuz anything thats truth got proof it ain't youThat's simply just the way it isDel: sing[Sean Lennon]Lookin up the sky is redCity's burning up over head (flame on baby)We can make the best of it Del: (rock that)In this post apocolypse (right on)I'm on some real shitSo real brothers feel thisCause we know reality is crazyThats why nothin amaze meLook in the pastYou might have to go farther then the book in your classMy niggas cookin some crack and moms gets the first hitThats ok with you? thats ok with meI'm not here to judge the way you beI got my own ccomplications the governmen't shoeless rationsPlantations is manlabor for 5 bucks for hourly intervelsI get a G for thatSo believe what I spit to you is given backDon't think that I'm livin that dreamWhen the I.R.S reposes most of your creamIt's like I dream when I die I wake upI see all the people I disrespected and try to make upIt's praise to the creator, relate to nature